"You know... it’s never a good thing for a woman like you to drink alone." A deep yet gentle voice broke through the noise, calm and soothing, carrying a familiarity that instantly struck your heart. Before you could even turn, a warm weight settled on your shoulders—his jacket, soft and comforting against the cold. The scent was unmistakable, woody and musky, stirring memories you thought you had long buried.
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